Can’t Win Me Back

Amber's eyes reddened as she darted toward the trapdoor in The Millennium, tears streaming down her face.

Remy had let her go.

He actually spared her! Didn't this prove that he was Damien? That his true nature lingered, even if his memories of the past had been lost? Hope and excitement bubbled within her as she ran.

She had to reach Alyssa immediately and share this evidence—this incredible news! Emerging from the trapdoor, Amber navigated the tangled paths among the weeds on the mountain behind The Millennium.

Suddenly, she froze.

Her breath hitched.

Beams of white light shone from all directions, focusing on her.

The cold, unyielding spotlights told her everything—she was surrounded, the target of an ambush.

Amber's heart pounded in her chest.

Cold sweat slicked her palms as her fingers clenched tightly around her dagger.

The veins on the back of her hand throbbed with adrenaline.

Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of hungry hyenas.

lights focusing on her, there

path to survival was

determination as she charged

of the nearest assassin, a swift and

precision, aiming for

unexpected ferocity startled the man, who had clearly underestimated

to the ground, and blood gushed

opening,

all, this might very well

survival—it was about delivering the evidence

enemies lay in wait, but an ominous sense of doom weighed heavily on her

make it back alive

she realized no one was immediately behind her,

hole beneath a tree

then moved to the side

after a

was gentle though

to speak

left arm, knocking her

down the slope, out

the line,